There's history in this room here, all that was changed over time, in spite of new furnishings,

of color facades, a room where the fan communed like a church revival, life lessons I consumed

as honors for survival, homeschooling splashed with some knowledge from the bible, where I

necked my teen love, be quiet before he finds me, my uncle told his jokes there, knowledge he

departed not absorbed, he left us, all that's left of him is this portrait, sculptures of savannah

froze to the time, decor tables and walls, once cracked from a fall, here's where I lost God,

curiosity questioned mom's certainty, she wiped angry tears for a lost cause, pricey tube only

disconsumed by that baby's father, parents trade gossip over black tea and pastries,

then friend lost the light, car keys, as she grieved for her murdered husband,

tears crashed against the knees, siblings and cousins do each other with a dance routine,

chocolate grandmother still manages to get tickled, who kicked the chair into the big screen,

punished like frank castle, where they roamed the streets, where the jigs trained guns at our neck,

to shoot BS dropped a packed ship from my mom's ex, where we all wept as they put our hands in

cuffs, where we welcomed their returns at our grace, they got stuffed, where I collapsed with my first

love dumped me, where I had to do a dance for my mom's company, where I took solace with my little

cousin bubbly, where I saw the towers fall in the name of God, moving from the sanctuary feels so

hard, maybe I can carry on this legacy from afar, maybe I can carry on this legacy.